Aleutian Island Cruise

Author's notes:

Just another tale of a wife deciding she needed to experience another man, in spite of the potential consequences.

I've received comments suggesting it can be difficult to determine who is narrating in my stories. I prefer to keep my stories more or less chronological rather than submit separate stories from each perspective. To help make this more easily understood, I've added the name of the narrator each time it changes. Please let me know in the comments if this helps or what might make it clearer.

Disclaimer: This is an original work and any sex in this story is strictly between consenting adults.

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I had a software crisis at work Thursday night that required my team's immediate attention. It was midnight before we identified, corrected, and deployed the replacement software. This made it just before 1:00 AM by the time I got home. I found my dinner in the fridge and my wife, Chris, already in bed and sound asleep.

I ate, showered, and joined her in bed.

Chris is such a sound sleeper I often tease her about how difficult it is to wake her. So, I was surprised when Chris rolled over, snuggled against me, and started rubbing my chest. I could feel her hard nipples against my skin. My cock was instantly hard. Before I could do anything, she whispered "Oh, Scott, you feel so good. Take me again."

My penis deflated instantly, and I froze, waiting to see what else she might have to say.

You see, my name is Neil. Chris and I have been married six years, so I know she knows my name.

I lay there for what seemed an eternity waiting for her to say anything move. Eventually I fell asleep.

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Friday morning, everything was quiet thanks to the software fix my team rolled out. Everyone was busy making sure there weren't any other problems we might have missed.

This gave me time to think about who this Scott character might be.

None of our friends or common acquaintances are named Scott.

I checked Chris' company's web site and struck pay dirt. The Finance division manager was named Scott Newsome. Chris is an accountant, working in the Finance division. Bingo.

Against company policy, I searched Facebook and LinkedIn. I found his pages. He's handsome, or at least the kind women seem to find attractive. He has been with Chris' company for about two and a half years. He's married to a beautiful woman named Amanda. No mention of children. If there is something going on, I bet his wife is in the dark and he would want to keep it that way.

It is clear Amanda's dad is wealthy and has numerous business friends and contacts. I suspect he is responsible for Scott's current position.

My thoughts were going wild. I asked myself, "Is Chris having an affair with him or is she just dreaming of having an affair with him. What should I do? What can I do?"

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Chris:

Neil and I have a great marriage.

I had never really thought about describing a guy as being sexy before but that's how I responded to Scott. From the moment we met, there was just something I couldn't explain or even understand. Sure, he was handsome in a rugged, muscular sort of way. His body screamed confidence with his every move. His fine dark blond hair was frequently tousled, and it seemed like he always needed a shave. Not surprisingly, Scott was the subject of numerous office fantasies.

I had never seen him dressed in anything but a suit and tie but somehow I understood he would look even better if I took his clothes off. I even had thoughts of him tying me up with his ties.

Scott and I have been having lunch together and talking for the last three months. To start, our conversations were all business but somehow we progressed to sharing intimate details about our lives. I don't know how, but even my sex life became a topic for discussion. He was amazed when I confessed I had only had sex with my husband, asking if I ever wondered what another man might be like. I confessed the thought crossed my mind from time to time but never confessed he was the subject of most of those recent thoughts.

In another lunch conversation, Scott was surprised when I explained one of my dream vacations would be to cruise the Aleutian Islands off the coast of Alaska but my husband, Neil, did not share my interest. Scott surprised me by saying it had been his lifelong dream too. Initially I was skeptical but over the next several lunches, he impressed me with his knowledge of the area until I was convinced he was not just trying to score with me.

Two weeks ago, over lunch, Scott announced, "I made reservations for two for your dream cruise. All you have to do is say yes."

Without further thought, I said, "Yes."

"You know we'll be sharing a cabin. Right?" he asked.

"Yes."

"And a bed." That was a statement rather than a question.

I looked him unflinchingly in the eyes and said, "I understand."

"And a sexual adventure we'll never forget."

Continuing to hold his gaze, I said, "Yes, I am looking forward to it."

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So, here I am. Scott and I have planned a two-week Aleutian Island cruise. We're leaving Wednesday of next week and I haven't even mentioned it to Neil. Tonight is the night. I have to get it out in the open. I need to do some shopping this weekend.

I took the afternoon off and fixed a great dinner. I told myself, "After dinner, I'll tell him."

We had discussed infidelity before we got married and agreed it was a marriage ender. And here I am planning to cheat. I'm afraid he'll just blow up and forbid my going. I don't know what I'll do if he does.

There he is.

"Hey Neil. Dinner's ready. Why don't you change while I get it on the table." I called from the kitchen.

"You must have left work early."

"Yes, I wanted to fix a special dinner. I have something I need to tell you."

"Well, dinner sure smells good. I'll be right back."

In no time, we were seated at the table enjoying dinner.

"How was your day?" Neil asked, innocently.

I blurted out, "I'm going on an Aleutian Island cruise."

Neil looked surprised and asked, "When are we leaving? I'll have to make sure I can take off."

The "we" in his question caught me off guard and without thinking, I responded tensely, "You're not going. It's just me." Then, more calmly "I'm leaving Wednesday."

"Oh?" Neil appeared to be confused and disappointed. "Why don't you want me to go with you?"

"You wouldn't enjoy it, and you probably couldn't get two weeks off anyway." I replied.

"Oh, so it's a two-week cruise?"

"Yes," I responded, "the cruise is eleven days but due to the timing of flights, I'll have to stay in a hotel the night before and after the cruise."

"Why are you going now?" was his next question.

"You know I've always wanted to go whale watching and hiking on a glacier. I found a deal on-line and it's the right season."

"Who's going with you?" Neil asked, staring directly at me.

His gaze felt like he could see right through me and knew the truth.

"No one. I'm going alone." I lied.

"Scott's not going?" he asked, his gaze burning my flesh.

I nearly hit the floor. "How does he know? And more importantly, what does he know?" I asked myself.

I managed to pull it together. "No", I stuttered. "Just me. Why would you think Scott would be going?"

Neil continued to shock me. "I know about you and Scott."

"What do you know about Scott?" I asked weakly.

"I know you are having an emotional, if not physical, affair with him."

Looking down I responded, "We have done nothing but talk over lunch."

Neil just stared at me for a minute before continuing, "I know I can't order you not to go. What if I asked you not to go?"

I said, "The trip is already paid for. I can't change plans at this point without losing my money. You wouldn't want that would you? So, I'm going."

"How much is this trip going to cost us?" he asked.

This was beginning to sound like he was accepting my trip. "The cruise is roughly $11,000 plus airfare and incidentals. I'm paying for it out of my own account." I knew he didn't keep up with my checking and saving accounts, so I felt safe with this lie.

He countered, "I mean besides money. What about our marriage? Are you willing to throw away our marriage to have sex with him, and to pay for the privilege?"

"I'm not throwing my marriage away. I love you. You love me." I was getting flustered, and words were slipping out, "I've only ever been with you. I want to experience another man. Besides, I'm not paying him for sex." I replied hotly.

"No, maybe not directly but you are paying close to $13,000 on the trip and don't insult me by claiming you're not planning to sleep with him while you're gone." He said sternly.

I yelled, "I'm not paying for the trip, Scott is."

In the silence that followed, I realized I had just admitted to lying to Neil about paying for the trip myself. And, I had effectively confirmed I was planning to have sex with Scott. This conversation hadn't gone the way I meant it to go.

Neil broke the silence with a whisper. "And that makes you a what?"

I broke out in tears and ran to the bedroom wailing.

I know Neil never came to bed because I didn't fall asleep for hours and he never joined me in bed.

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Saturday morning, Neil was gone before I stirred. I knew he was mad about my plan to have sex with Scott but believed he'd get over it and welcome me back with open arms when I returned.

I headed to the mall to pick up clothes for the trip. First stop was Victoria's Secret for lingerie. I bought a couple of sets but couldn't find exactly what I wanted. I thought to myself, "These will be good for Neil when I return but I need something hotter for Scott."

I tried the sex boutique at the far end of the mall. I'd never dared enter the place before.

Looking around to make sure no one I knew would see me entering, I hurried in.

A nice-looking young woman introduced herself as Jesse and offered to help me.

I explained to Jesse I was looking for something to spice up my vacation.

She replied, "We should be able to come up with something to help with that. How hot do you want to go?"

She couldn't have missed my red face. "I don't know. I've never really thought about it before. I want to turn him on. You know, make it difficult for him to keep his hands off me."

"Do you want just some lingerie or are you going for the whole look?" Jesse asked.

"Lingerie for sure." I said as I looked around the store. I saw a fringed sexy cowgirl costume that was barely there. "But maybe an outfit or two."

"How long is your vacation?"

"Two weeks."

"Lucky you." Jesse said, "Do you will want to start sort of slow and build the seduction? Or do you want to go full slut from the first day?

I stammered, "I don't know. Maybe I'm in the wrong place."

I turned to leave.

Before I could leave she said, "I didn't mean to offend you. I'm just trying to help you find the look you're looking for. Can I ask some personal questions without offending you?"

I turned back to her, "OK."

"First, is this trip with your husband or lover?" Jesse asked flatly.

Shocked, I started to turn and head for the door but decided I had nothing to lose. "Lover."

"OK." I could see no condemnation in her manner. "Will this be your first time with your lover or have you already been intimate?

"This will be our first time." I confessed.

Jesse considered before responding, "Now don't be offended by the term but I think what you are looking for is slut-wear. If you're headed off on vacation with him, you already have him seduced. You just want to build on the excitement. You should start further up the seduction scale and build anticipation and excitement from there."

She helped me pick out seven lingerie sets. Each different and designed to reveal more and more of my body. I had her take pictures of me as I tried each of them on. I planned to send the hottest one to Scott.

With the lingerie selected, she asked, "Will you be going out with him in the evenings where you'll need something on the formal side? Or is this vacation going to be intimate time alone?"

"We're going on a cruise."

"OK. There is usually a formal dinner, or maybe two for a longer cruise, so you'll want something formal yet revealing. I have something you'll love in the back."

In minutes, she returned with two dresses. The first was a gorgeous silver gown. It was backless and the neckline plunged to just above my navel. It was ankle length with a slit on each side up to just below my waist. It would be impossible to wear any of my new lingerie without it being seen. The front and back panels of the dress overlapped just enough at my waist to camouflage the height of the slits, as long as I was still. Walking, however, revealed all of my legs and hips. I decided I'd take it, and she took several pictures of me in it.

The next dress consisted of two narrow black strips of satin fabric laced together at the sides. The slick fabric felt delicious gliding against my erect nipples. Depending on how tightly laced it was, it could be form-fitting or completely loose and revealing. In any case, the sides of my breasts were completely visible. Of course, I bought it, and Jesse photographed me in it.

I was really getting excited thinking about how Scott would like to see me in these new clothes. I said, "I'm going to need some more casual clothes for hiking, shipboard activities, and lounging."

She was enthusiastic and we had a fun time selecting miniskirts, short shorts, tops, stockings, and shoes.

"And don't forget you'll need a bikini or two for the hot tub." She grinned leading me to a rack filled with colorful strings.

Even though I wasn't sure there was going to be a hot tub, I selected two bikinis, one electric blue and one black. Both bikinis literally consisted of string with narrow triangles. Jesse helped me stretch the top triangles enough to cover my nipples and most of my areolae. The bottom triangle covered from my clit to my asshole and nothing more. I felt so naughty I was practically dripping.

"You'll want to shave before we take pictures of these." Jesse pointed out the obvious. "We sell gel and razors if you'd like to do it now. You can use the employee's bathroom in the back."

I managed to shave without nicking myself, put the bikinis back on, and Jesse took pictures.

As I was getting ready to pay, Jesse asked, "What about something for your husband? Don't you want something special to wear for him when you return and he reclaims you?"

"I was planning on wearing what I got at Victoria's Secret for him." I said.

She frowned. "Don't you want something really hot for him too?"

That hurt. She was thinking more about my husband's feelings than I was. "Yeah, I better get something for him. What do you suggest?"

We looked around and I selected an emerald green lace teddy. It wasn't really all that special or hot, especially compared to the rest of my purchases but purchasing it soothed my conscience. I tried it on for one last picture.

I hate thinking of how much I spent on my sexy wardrobe but, after all, Scott was paying for the trip.

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As soon as I had my purchases safely stowed in the trunk, I pulled my phone out and reviewed the pictures Jesse had taken. I selected one of me in the black lace up dress and sent it to Scott.

I didn't have to wait long.

The ping of a text message roused me from my daydream. "Wow! Can't wait to unlace you. Did you get anything else?"

I responded, "Yes, but you'll have to wait until we get to Alaska to see the rest."

"OK, looking forward to having you soon."

"Me too!" I closed the conversation and drove home.

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Neil:

Monday, I talked with Ham Baker, my department manager, to let him know what was going on. He expressed his shock and condolences. He told me to take what time I needed, but to let him know when I would be out so he could make sure I was covered.

I called around and found a lawyer to handle my divorce and set an appointment for Tuesday afternoon. James Madison's secretary sent me a list of the information Mr. Madison would like me to collect before we met Tuesday.

As I started collecting the financial information the lawyer would need, I started planning what else needed to happen before my cheating wife returned from her trip.

It took some time, but I found the cruise line where Scott had the reservation. I made note of all the ports they would be visiting.

Then, I talked with the general manager of the cruise line and explained the situation and asked if they would be willing to have the captain of the ship serve the divorce papers on my wife. He was reluctant at first because he didn't want to disrupt the other passengers' trip. I explained I was determined to have her served during her trip and by having the captain serve the papers, they could control how, and within reason when it took place. My alternative, I explained, was to have a process server waiting on the dock asking each disembarking passenger for identification until they found and served my wife. He agreed to have the captain serve the papers and have the purser function as witness. We exchanged contact information and worked out how to get the papers from my lawyer to the ship's captain.

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Upon my arrival at Mr. Madison's office, I was ushered into a conference room where Mr. Madison was already waiting. He smiled warmly as he greeted me with a firm handshake.

He started the conversation, "Mr. Gamble, I am sorry we are meeting under these circumstances, but it is good to meet you. Please call me James."

"James, glad to meet you too. Please call me Neil."

"Well Neil, please let me have the details leading up to your wanting a divorce."

I told him about Chris' announcement that she was taking a two-week vacation with her would-be lover and that I wanted the paperwork done and ready to have Chris served while she was away."

"But, as far as you know, they have not consummated their affair?" he asked.

"Correct." I said, "However, they are set to leave on the trip tomorrow morning, and I fully expect by the end of the day, they will have had sex."

"And you want to serve her at the airport upon her return?" he asked.

"No, I want her served on the cruise ship." I said.

That surprised him.

I explained I had already cleared it with the general manager of the cruise line and that in the name of keeping it as low-key as possible he had agreed to have the captain serve the papers. I outlined how I had worked it out for James' office to fax the paperwork to the cruise line, and they would get it to the captain for service.

"That's all well and good." Said James. "However, we can't FAX legal paperwork in this state." He paused to think. "We can, however, send the papers FedEx if we can get the captain to receive them dockside."

"That shouldn't be a problem. Here's the contact information you will need." I said, handing him the handwritten information.

"Now, how do you want to proceed and what are you looking to take out of your marriage?" he asked.

I said, "Irreconcilable differences and we don't have a pre-nup. We can split the checking and savings accounts down the middle. I'll close all the joint credit cards. She can keep the house as long as she pays the mortgage going forward. We make about the same so no spousal support. We can keep our own retirement accounts. The car she drives is leased, in my name. I'd like to have it repossessed."

"Wow, you've done an excellent job of thinking this through. Just a thought; you might have to furnish her with a car, if you have the car she's been driving repossessed. And since it is in your name, your credit will take a hit. But you should be able to send the reporting bureaus a letter explaining the situation for inclusion in your file." He said.

"Would it be sufficient to buy a junker as a replacement for her car?" I asked?

"It would have to be functional and legal to drive on the streets, but yes."

"Do you want to know what I do?"

"It would be a good idea to document it, so yes. Let me look at the documents you brought." He continued.

James reviewed the documents I had gathered, nodding his approval.

"You've done a good job with these too."

"Thanks. Bottom line now. Can we get her served in a week? I'd like to spoil as much of her vacation as possible."

James laughed. "Yes, there's nothing complex here. I can have a draft ready for your review by this time Thursday. If everything looks good, I'll file them Friday and the challenge will be getting them served."

"Sounds good. See you Thursday."

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I spent the rest of the day looking at apartments, finally finding one I liked that I could move into before Chris returned.

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Chris:

Neil and I had not slept in the same room, in fact, we had hardly spoken a word since the night I told him about my trip with Scott.

Neil had acknowledged he couldn't stop me but told me he didn't want me to go. I knew he was angry but was confident he'd get over it and would be anxious to reclaim me when I returned.

When the clock woke me, Wednesday morning, I knew Neil had already left for work. The house was silent, and the usual smell of morning coffee was missing. I realized for the first time the house somehow felt oppressively empty.

I retrieved my new clothes from the car and packed. I took a long shower and shaved again. I dressed in jeans and a comfortable t-shirt for the flight.

I lay what I considered to be Neil's green teddy across the top of my lingerie drawer.

My phone pinged to announce a new text message. It was from Scott.

"Hello gorgeous. Hope you're as excited as I am."

I replied, "You know I am."

"Wear one of your new short skirts, knit tops, stockings and heals for the flight."

"Why? That doesn't sound that comfortable." I asked.

"It's a surprise. You'll like it."

"If I wear one of my new skirts, the top of my stockings will be visible." I blushed at the thought.

"All the better. See you at the airport."

I almost didn't change but in the end, I dressed as Scott suggested. Admiring myself in the mirror, I tugged, unsuccessfully, at my skirt's hemline to hide the lace band at the top of my stockings.

On a whim, I sent the picture Jesse had taken of me in the teddy to Neil with the promise "I'll wear this for you when I get back."

I wasn't really expecting a response but somehow felt a little let down when no response came.

"Am I making a mistake?" I asked myself.

Ignoring my own question, I dragged my suitcase to the car and left for the airport.

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I parked in long-term parking and took a picture of my car on the lot, so I'd be able to find it when I returned.

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I noticed I was turning heads walking through the airport. "Wow! All the attention was making me feel sexy. With each step, I felt more confident. I could get used to this." I thought adding a little more deliberate strut to my walk.

Scott was already in the boarding area when I got there. His eyes nearly popped out when he spotted me. "What a boost to my ego! We're going to have a wonderful time." I thought.

"You look terrific!" Scott greeted me. "That outfit looks even better on you than I imagined. You look good enough to eat."

"Thank you. You look great too. I can hardly wait until I get you to our room tonight." I said suggestively.

"Maybe we won't have to wait." He hinted with a big smile. "Ever hear of the mile high club?"

I looked around and whispered back. "Yeah, but I thought it was just legend."

"After we get to cruising altitude and the pilot turns off the seat belt light, I'll go to the restroom. Watch which one I go into and wait a minute. When the flight attendants are not watching, knock on the door. I'll let you in."

Before I could reply, we were called to board and minutes later my romantic adventure was underway. No turning back now. I pushed all my feelings of uncertainty and guilt down deep, telling myself I'd deal with the consequences when I got back to reality.

I was seated in the window seat watching the world recede as the airplane climbed.

The pilot came on the loudspeaker and announced we would be flying at 36,000 feet and the flight attendants would be serving beverages as soon as he turned off the seat belt sign.

Scott leaned over and whispered in my ear, "We're already over a mile high."

He ran his hand up my leg, past the top of my stocking, touching my thong, pressing it between my lower lips and against my clit. He started to rub but I pushed his hand away and straightened my skirt.

"Not here. Wait." I hissed quietly.

Another ding was followed by the pilot announcing he had turned off the seat belt sign and we were free to move about the cabin.

Scott squeezed my leg and headed toward the back of the plane. I watched which restroom he entered and waited, wondering what would happen if we got caught. "They can't throw us off the plane." I told myself before I got up to follow Scott.

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I knocked softly on the door. Scott opened it and I stepped into the tiny bathroom.

Scott pulled me into an intense and intimate embrace. His tongue fighting with mine.

"Take off your panties." Scott demanded in a whisper.

I dropped my thong to my ankles and kicked it aside.

Scott turned me to face the toilet, I put my right foot on the toilet and bent forward as far as I could in the cramped space. Scott flipped my skirt up over my back and started rubbing my pussy, pushing two fingers inside. As soon as I was wet enough, he pushed his penis into me. It felt bigger than Neil's but not uncomfortably so. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back to meet his violent thrusts. With each thrust, my head banged against the window. I came before he did and had to push my fingers in my mouth to keep quiet.

As Scott finished inside me, I noticed my rings, the light glinting off the diamond caught my attention.

Scott must have noticed my gaze. "Why don't you drop those rings down the toilet? They obviously don't mean anything to you anymore."

That hurt. Guilt bit hard. I had been unfaithful for the first time. I loved Neil. I was doing this just for me. "That was uncalled for." I admonished Scott. "I love my husband. I just need this time with you. If you'd prefer, I will take them off while I'm with you."

"That's up to you. It all depends on whether you want to be viewed a wife having a fling with her lover or a single woman with her boyfriend. The rings won't stop us from having fun." Scott said with a smile.

"Go on back to your seat. I'll clean up and be along in a minute." I said.

Scott pulled up his pants, picked up his phone and left.

The weight of what I had just done came crashing down on me. I cried, shedding silent tears. I asked myself, "Will Neil be able to forgive and forget? Or have I really ended my marriage? Would I ever be able to forgive myself?" I knew I'd never forget.

I dried my tears and cleaned up. I couldn't find my thong. Scott must have taken it.

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Scott:

As I returned to my seat, I thought, "I nailed her. Right here on the plane, at 36,000 feet. And I have the video to prove it. We haven't been gone two hours, and she's already betrayed her husband. I can't wait to find out what else I can get her to do?"

While Chris was still in the bathroom, Scott scanned through the video. It wasn't great videography, but it was 10 minutes that would change Chris' world. He decided to send the whole thing to Neil as soon as they got off the plane.

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Chris:

Two of the flight attendants exchanged knowing glances as I returned to my seat. "How many others knew what I'd just done?" I wondered, glancing around.

Scott had his phone out, viewing a video when I got back to my seat. "Want to see?"

I nodded.

He tipped the screen so I could see what he was looking at. I was shocked to realize it was us. He had recorded our time in the bathroom.

"You recorded us?" I whispered angrily.

"Yes, your induction into the mile-high club is hot. You'll want to keep a copy to remember. We'll watch the whole video when we get to the hotel tonight."

I was fuming he had recorded us having sex, but I was excited thinking about watching it.

Then I remembered. "Did you grab my thong?"

He patted his pocket. "Do you like going commando?"

"I'll need it back before we get off the plane." I said.

"Not going to happen." He replied with a smug grin.

"This skirt is so short people might see all of me." I said, beginning to realize I was probably not getting it back.

"That's part of what makes going commando so exciting. Just relax and enjoy." He pointed out.

I would know no one in the Anchorage airport so what did I care? The feeling of confidence I experienced walking through the airport was returning. It felt good.

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We got to the hotel and to our room without me showing my goodies to the world.

The door closed behind us and I was in Scott's arms. Our kiss was hot and wet while my hands were busy stripping him of his shirt and tugging at his belt.

His jeans fell to the floor. I got on my knees to remove his shoes, but Scott had another idea. He pulled my head toward his erect penis. I opened my mouth, and he pulled me against him. His penis hit the back of my throat, and I gaged involuntarily at the unexpected intrusion. I pulled back and tried again. This time he slid right into my throat. I began sucking him in earnest, my hands on his butt, pulling him in. He didn't last long. He came down my throat. As he pulled out, I got my first taste of his semen. I liked the taste, not that different from Neil's.

Scott took a step back toward the bed, falling, his feet entangled in his jeans. Luckily, he landed on the bed and we both dissolved into laughter. I finished undressing him.

"Get on the bed, I want to taste you for the first time." He commanded.

I started to undress but he stopped me. "No, just as you are."

He laid me on the bed on my back, legs spread, knees in the air. He kissed his way down my stockinged legs until he reached my clit. He sucked it into his mouth so forcefully it was painful and felt like it was going to explode. Then he nipped it with his teeth. I exploded into a powerful orgasm. My legs clamped around his head as he continued his assault. I was screaming but the orgasm was so strong I was only barely conscious.

I was still breathing hard when Scott flipped me over, pulled me onto my knees and my ass into the air. Once again, he flipped the back of the skirt onto my back. His cock was in my pussy and his hands were mauling my breasts, pinching my nipples. Other thoughts faded quickly. I am not sure how long he pounded me in that position, but I had three more orgasms before I felt him flood my pussy. I collapsed and he lay beside me caressing my sweaty body while our breathing recovered.

I must have dozed off because Scott awakened me coming out of bathroom fully showered and dressed. "Wake up sleepy head. We'll miss dinner."

When I got out of the shower, I took my rings off and secured them where I could be sure to find them later. Scott was laying out a new outfit on the bed. "What's that?" I asked.

"I got you a surprise. Do you like it?" he said smiling.

Already on the bed was a dark green latex mini-skirt and a black latex corset. He was laying out a pair of black latex stockings and a pair of black CFM heels.

"Surprise is right. I don't know what to say. Latex is so... " I paused searching for the right word.

"Is kinky the word you're looking for?" Scott prompted.

Blushing a little, I confirmed his thought, "Yeah, that's the word. I've never thought of myself as kinky."

"Try the outfit on and see what you think." He said.

Secretly, I had always wished I had the courage to wear latex or even to try it on. Now, it seemed I did have the courage.

He handed me a spray bottle. "You'll need this lubricant to get the stockings on. Just spray the inside and rub some on your legs."

"When you're dressed, I'll rub you all over with the latex polish to make the outfit shine." He said smiling.

"Yeah, right. That's why you want to rub me all over." I grinned.

"No, seriously it works best if it is hand applied." He grinned back.

The skirt was no problem to put on, but it was definitely short. I wouldn't be able to bend at all without showing I wasn't wearing even a thong.

The top had a zipper in the back and laced in front. It was snug even with a two-inch gap between my breasts. Looking in the mirror, I was surprised to see a hint of nipple showing through the rubber in spite of the tightness.

I would never have been able to get the stockings on without the lubricant.

Slipping on the shoes, I stood in front of the floor length mirror admiring myself and the outfit. I looked good.

Scott came up behind me, reached around me, and started rubbing my breasts. I leaned back against him enjoying the attention. His hands moved over the rest of the top. "See how much shinier it is now?"

He was right. It looked completely different.

With my approval, he rubbed the polish over every part of my outfit until it shone like glass.

I was admiring myself in the mirror again when Scott pulled out his phone and suggested we take a couple of pictures so I could see how I looked from all angles.

I was still miffed about the video he had taken of us having sex, but I did want pictures of me in this outfit to go along with all the pictures Jesse had taken while I was shopping. So, I let him take them.

After a couple of pictures to show the outfit, he had me "tease" the camera. He had me tug downward on the skirt, acting modest. Then, he had me flash the camera, showing I was wearing no panties, first from the back and even one from the front. He had me rub and push up on my breasts, even trying to lick my nipple through the latex top. He had me get on my knees and he dropped his pants. He took pictures of me stroking his cock, licking it, and finally with it deep in my throat. This time, he pulled out and shot his load on my face. He took pictures of my cum-covered face.

I cleaned my face and touched up the polish on my outfit and we went out to dinner.

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Scott:

After dinner, we had sex, Chris fell asleep. I was able to slide off the bed without disturbing her.

I took some pictures of her laying there. Between the state of her clothes and the bed, it was obvious she had had sex, even without the close-ups I took of her pussy leaking my cum.

I had time to send the mile-high video and these new pictures to her husband's phone.

I thought. "I don't know the guy. Who knows, he may get off on seeing his wife having sex. Nothing he can do about it now."

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Neil:

Wednesday morning, I was at the office before 4:45 AM. I told myself I was there to finish a last-minute project before taking the rest of the week off. But I was lying to myself. The real reason was I could not be at home to watch Chris leave.

In spite of all my preparations, I was ready to put all my plans on hold if she canceled her plan to cheat. Knowing how far her emotional affair had gone, I knew we would require professional counseling, if a recovery was even possible. But I was willing to work to save our marriage if she was. Once she left with Scott, it would be all over - no chance for recovery.

I knew her flight was to leave about 9:30 this morning. Working backward, that meant she'd need to be at the airport no later than 8:30 which meant she'd be leaving the house about 6:45 to allow time for parking.

My heart was pounding. My fingers shook as I tried to use my computer's keyboard; the mouse was a complete no-go; and I had to wipe my eyes to see the monitor clearly.

At 6:41, my phone chirped to announce a received text message. With trembling hands, I opened the message from Chris to find a picture of her in a sexy green teddy and her promise to wear it for me when she returned.

I dropped the phone on my desk, barely making it to the bathroom before my stomach emptied itself.

I'm sure under normal circumstances I would have responded positively to the picture. Today, it left me cold. It marked the end of my marriage.

Within hours of receiving Chris' message, I had opened new checking and saving accounts on-line, split our cash, and closed credit cards with my name on the account. I was tempted to report her credit cards as missing but decided to take the high road and leave them active.

I contacted the leasing company and requested a voluntary repossession of her car. I had to explain the situation and agree to pay early termination and collection fees. I set the pickup date for Friday, so I'd have some time to find a replacement car to leave at the airport.

I selected a realtor based on Internet reviews and set up a meeting, at the house for early afternoon.

I called James, my attorney, and confirmed we were proceeding with the divorce and the plans we discussed earlier. He confirmed the papers would be ready for me to review tomorrow. I let him know about the message and picture I had received from Chris. He asked that forward them to him and to let him know if I received anything more.

I called one of the local movers and scheduled a move for Friday.

I left the office and went straight to the Toyota dealer where I was able to pick up a well maintained 7-year-old Corolla for a reasonable price. It was delivered to the house while I was showing the realtor through the house.

After looking at the house, Deliah suggested an asking price. Her suggestion was higher than I expected. When I explained the situation, she suggested listing it as her price and then lowering the price in a week or two if necessary. She also pointed out the closing could be delayed unless Chris agreed to the sale unless the sale was ordered by the court. I had her list the house but suggested she not actively pursue the sale until I knew how Chris was going to react. I even helped Deliah plant the for-sale sign in the front yard.

When Deliah left, I drove Chris's new-old car to the airport. It took nearly half an hour of driving up and down the aisles before I found her Lexus. I pulled her Lexus out and pulled the Toyota into the same spot. I drove the Lexus home.

It had been a long day. I picked up pizza and a six-pack on the way home.

I ate the pizza but decided to pass on the alcohol. It would be too easy to overindulge.

I slept better than I expected.

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When I woke Thursday morning, my phone had several messages.

I was surprised when the messages were not from Chris, but all were from a number I didn't recognize.

The first message contained a link to a long video of Chris and Scott having sex in what looked like the bathroom of an airplane. Instantly, I felt like I was going to throw up, so I stopped the video and downloaded it instead. Maybe I'd want to watch it some other time.

The next several messages were still pictures of Chris on a bed. It looked like she was asleep. Her clothes were a mess, as was the bed. The final couple of pictures left no doubt the activity she had been engaged in was very active sex. I saved these pictures too.

These messages were from Scott. I wondered, "Does Chris know he is sending these to me? And am I to be treated to a blow-by-blow account of Chris' betrayal?"

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Before we reviewed the divorce paperwork, I told James about the video and pictures I received from Scott. He asked, "Do they confirm Chris has had sex? And do they verify it is with Scott?"

I nodded, "Yes to both. The video looks like the camera was propped on a counter and you can see Scott's face. He doesn't appear in any of the pictures."

James said, "Good. I don't need to see them now but if they are what you say, would you like to pursue additional legal action against Scott and their employers?"

"Yes. I'd like to burn Scott."

"Well, we probably won't be able to get much money from Scott, but you may get some from the company if they have a policy against employee fraternization." James responded.

"Can we sue Scott and the company without slowing down having Chris served or the divorce?" I asked.

"Yes, they are separate legal actions."

My enthusiastic response was, "Go for it. I'll leave the amounts up to you but make it painful for Scott."

With that settled, we moved on to reviewing the paperwork. James had done a good job. I couldn't find anything to change so I signed the papers. He said they would be filed with the clerk of the court that afternoon.

Everything was arranged to have the papers Fedexed to the court in Anchorage where they would be given to a bonded courier for delivery to Conall Aaronson, the ship's captain. Captain Aaronson would serve the papers on Chris next Friday which would be the half-way point of her trip. Once served, Captain Aaronson was to officially confirm service to James through the same chain. He was also to report how it went directly to me with a copy of the video he would take documenting the delivery of the papers.

James gave me the contact information for Captain Aaronson in case I had a change of mind. I assured him that was not going to be the case.

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Friday morning, I was awakened by the doorbell. The guy was here to collect the Lexus earlier than I expected.

I gave him the key I had and told him my wife had the other key. He told me they usually re-keyed repossessions anyway. Ten minutes later he and Chris' Lexus were gone.

Next, the movers showed up while I was still putting green tape on the pieces of furniture they were to move to my apartment. I was surprised how little I wanted to take, the queen bed and dresser from the guest bedroom, the home office furniture, my recliner and the love seat from the living room, and a folding table and chairs. I'd have to pack and transport my clothes, toiletries, household, and office items later.

Before noon, the furniture was set up in my new apartment and I was back at the house to pick up the items that would fit in my car.

I spent the night in my new apartment. It was beginning to feel like home.

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Chris:

Thursday afternoon, we boarded the ship for the cruise. After checking out our cabin and unpacking, we attended the orientation meeting.

We were reminded the days here were longer than we were used to and the nights shorter.

The ship would mostly be traveling at night and would be docked during the day. This was to allow us to have as much time for onshore activities.

Meals on board were served buffet style between specified times. Snacks and beverages were available 24 hours a day.

We signed up for hiking to explore the volcanic landscape and glaciers, whale and seabird watching, and kayaking as our cruise furnished activities. I smiled to myself knowing full well MY primary activity would take place in our cabin.

Because the water was what they called chilly, we were assigned wet suits for kayaking. I enjoyed the feel and look of the full body rubber suit and Scott looked really hot in his too. I realized I was starting to develop a rubber fetish. I wondered, "What else am I going to discover about myself over the next 10 days?"

We were encouraged to explore the ship. Only the engine room was off limits. We joined a group of other passengers exploring the ship. Most of the passengers appeared to be couples. The exception was two attractive young women in their mid-20s. We later found they were sisters, twins in fact, named Lacy and Tracy.

Just before dinner that first night, Captain Aaronson hosted a cocktail party for the passengers to mingle and get to know each other, and the crew. There was nothing I could put my finger on, but I got the strangest impression he and the purser, Aila Moore, were paying more attention to us than to any of the other couples. Probably my guilty conscience raising its head. I pushed it back down. There was nothing I could do about it now.

The quality and variety of dishes presented on the buffet were impressive. We chose to sit at one of the tables for two. As we finished dinner, the loudspeaker announced the crew was casting off and invited anyone interested to the deck to watch our departure. We chose, instead, to retire for the evening.

Once in the cabin, we took turns undressing each other. I pushed Scott onto his back on the bed and knelt between his legs to take his cock in my mouth. In no time, he came, and I swallowed everything. I caressed and sucked until he was hard again before I licked my way up his body. When his cock stood upright between my legs, I pushed off his chest, kneeling upright. I raised on my knees and descended with him embedded my pussy. I began slowly rising and falling on his cock as long as I could, but it wasn't long before he was pulling me down and thrusting upward as fast as he could. I could feel my approaching orgasm. He released my hips, moving his hands to my breasts. He pinched and pulled my nipples, and I screamed my release over and over. When Scott released my nipples, I collapsed onto him, spent. I had been so distracted by my orgasm I was surprised to realize he had cum deep inside me again.

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I woke suddenly Friday morning to the feeling I was in an unfamiliar location. I reached across the bed to embrace Neil before I realized it was not Neil beside me in the bed. The moment of panic faded quickly as I remembered it would be Scott, not Neil, sharing my bed for the next two weeks.

More awake, I stroked down Scott's body to his raging hard-on. I wanted it in me. I wanted him to push it into my wet pussy. I wanted him to maul my breasts, tweak, and pull my nipples. I wanted him to thrust into me, hard, until we shared an orgasm. I wanted him to cum in me again like he did last night. I knew I would have him repeatedly.

I asked myself, "Who is this lust filled woman I've become. What happened to cause this? Was Scott that much better lover than Neil?" But I had no answers.

I realized I was rubbing Scott's cock, and he was now awake. I wanted him to claim me again. He rolled me onto my back, climbed between my legs, and thrust into me repeatedly. Without conscious effort, my legs wrapped around him and my ankles locked against his butt. I pulled him deeply into me, pushing upward to meet his thrusts. I wanted to claim him as much as I wanted him to claim me. His hand clamped over my mouth as I was fast approaching another indescribable orgasm. Breathing through his hand was difficult and the lack of air seemed somehow to heighten my orgasm when it arrived.

I was a sweaty limp mess minutes later when Chris rolled off me. Once again, I could feel his cum leaking from me.

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The bathroom in our cabin was too small for both of us to use at once so I suggested Scott go first.

While I waited my turn in the shower, I sent Neil an email, letting him know I arrived safely. I shared details about the ship, the cabin, the sponsored activities, and most of the activities I planned to enjoy. Of course, I did not mention Scott or our private activities at all.

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At breakfast, several couples were talking quietly and glancing in our direction. I wondered if maybe I had been too loud the night before and found it surprising when I realized I didn't really care.

After breakfast Scott and I joined two other couples in a small inflatable boat to go whale watching. It was fortunate I had packed something warmer than shorts, miniskirts, and lingerie. It was chilly out on the water. We saw two whales that seemed to be playing. I was glad we kept our distance when one of them breached the surface, creating a huge splash that could easily have swamped our small boat. After the whales moved away, our guide took us to a different area to see otters playing.

We had missed lunch and had to make do with snacks on the upper deck where we could watch the sea birds fishing.

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We retired to our cabin immediately after dinner. Scott had me dress in the latex outfit. He had me lean against the glass window with my hands over my head and my feet back and spread. He told me to arch my back and stick out my ass. He came up behind me and unlaced the front of the corset, so my breasts hung out. Again, he flipped the back of the skirt onto my back, grabbed my hips, pressed into me, and proceeded to fuck me hard and deep. My breasts were pressed firmly against the cold glass for all of nature to see and my hot breath fogged glass, obscuring the ecstasy displayed on my face.

I was feeling spent from my orgasm but not Scott.

He spun me around and pulled me against him. He cradled my butt cheeks in his hands and lifted me off the floor. My arms were around his neck and my ankles locked behind him. He freed one of his hands to guide his cock into my sloppy pussy. He pressed me back against the window. This time, the window squeaked its protest as my latex covered body rose and fell on Scott's cock. After my first orgasm like this, I couldn't keep my feet locked behind him, so Scott carried me to the bed, threw me down, raised my calves onto his broad shoulders and drove into me again. And again. I was getting a little sore from the constant pounding. "Won't he ever come?" I asked myself. Two orgasms later, I had my answer when he pumped his load into my pussy.

Scott snuggled beside me, and I was out like a light.

Sometime in the night, I woke needing to pee. While in the bathroom, I stripped off my latex, cleaned it, and hung it to dry.

When I came out of the bathroom, I found Scott looking at his phone.

"Whatcha doing?" I asked.

"Just looking at the video from last night. Want to see?"

I realized I wasn't upset he had recorded our mating, "Maybe tomorrow. Right now, I've got to get some sleep."

I snuggled beside Scott, resting my head on his shoulder and rubbing his chest while he continued to watch the video. I thought briefly about my changing behavior and its future impact before sleep claimed me again.

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Scott:

Chris was in the bathroom cleaning up, so I picked my phone up and started looking at our latest videos. I sent the videos to Chris' husband. On a whim, I turned the camera on myself and recorded a message for him.

Hey... Neil, isn't it?

Just wanted to let you know Chris is doing fine. We're having an exciting time. Chris is a beautiful woman, and she is great in bed, or anywhere, really. But you already know that.

You've had her to yourself for, what is it, 6 years now? But I'm really enjoying her now. Well, you already know you're not her "only" anymore. I'll be enjoying her the rest of our trip and probably after we get back.

You should see the clothes she bought just for me and the trip. Don't worry, I'll send you pictures and videos. Hope you enjoy them.

Oh, I bet Chris is an anal virgin. But don't count on that being true when she gets home.

And, has Chris ever been with another woman? We've met a couple of cute twins. I'd love to party with all three of them but haven't discussed this with Chris.

Gotta go, she's finishing in the bathroom.

I sent the video and put the phone on the charger.

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Chris:

The next few days became routine. Scott and I had sex first thing in the morning, ate breakfast in the dining room, went hiking with various groups from the ship. We traipsed across glaciers, rocky mountains, and even a volcano spewing sulfurous smelling vapors. After dinner, we had sex again at least a couple of times. I was having sex more times a day and with more variety than Neil and I had in a normal week.

I shared my adventures off the ship with Neil by email and text message, being careful never to mention Scott. Neil never responded. "Why should I be surprised?" I asked myself. But I was somehow disappointed.

Scott documented our private activities with photos and videos. Each day, he sent me copies of the files. I knew I'd treasure reliving the memories privately for years.

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Friday morning, we went kayaking.

Because the water was cold, we had wet suits assigned. They were kept stored in lockers in changing rooms.

I was planning to wear my electric blue "barely there" bikini under the wet suit and had put it on in our cabin. I wanted Scott to admire my body in the suit. "That's silly. It's not like he hasn't seen all of you already." I told myself.

I was about to pull on my robe for the trip to the changing room.

"I dare you to walk down to the changing room without that." Scott said, referring to the robe in my hand.

I blushed. "I will if you will."

I thought I might be safe since Scott was wearing a Speedo type suit and I could see the outline of his penis as it began to swell.

"Let's go." He responded.

I dropped my robe on the bed.

I could feel my nipples pucker as I entered the hallway. I wasn't sure if it was the cooler air in the hall or the excitement I was feeling at being nearly naked in public.

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The twins were the only ones in the women's changing room when I got there. One of them, Tracy, I think, said, "I wish I had the courage to wear something like that in public."

Surprised, I confided, "A week ago, when I bought this, I wasn't sure I'd even wear it in front of Scott." I continued in amazement, to myself. "I've come a long way."

"Well, it certainly sounds like you and your husband..." Her tone indicated it was a question. "are enjoying yourselves." Said Lacy.

"Scott is not my husband." I confessed.

"We didn't think he was." Said Lacy.

"You have a faint white ring where your rings normally would be." Tracy explained.

"Yep, Scott and I are having an affair." I confirmed the fact. To myself, I continued in shock, "There, I said it. I'm having an affair." And for the first time, reality hit me. Until then, it had been more of a dream. Suddenly, it was all too real.

Lacy shocked me out of my reverie by asking, "Want to share?"

"What?" I reacted before I had a chance to process what Lacy was asking, "Who?"

"Scott. He is soooo good looking. And based on what we've heard, he must be good."

"What do you mean 'what you've heard'?" I asked, still taken aback.

"We're just two doors down and you are not exactly a quiet lover." Lacy said.

I blushed, "Yeah. Sorry about that."

"No problem. We just want in on the good times."

"Sorry, I don't think that will work out. He's here with me."

"Oh, too bad. Or you could join us and make it a foursome."

"No thanks." I said zipping my wet suit.

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Our guide had us jump into the frigid water to get a thin layer of water inside the suit. Once the water warmed, I was nice and cozy.

At first kayaking was challenging. The little boat wanted to roll over or spin around every time I moved or touched the paddle to the water. Soon, I was able to glide along the surface, go mostly in the direction I wanted, and most importantly, right myself when I rolled the kayak.

Our guide led us along the rugged coast where we saw beautiful streams cascading into the water.

We encountered a group of otters playing. They seemed to be as curious about us as we were about them. They approached us but their interest faded quickly, and they moved on.

A little later, our guide spotted a bear fishing in one of the streams. The bear threw his catch onto the bank of the stream and ate it while we watched. Luckily, he did not appear to be interested in us at all.

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Neil:

I have received daily email updates from Chris describing her activities. Of course, she did not mention Scott or what she and he were doing in private. I had Scott's text messages and video files to fill those gaps, so I was far from uninformed.

Friday was the day Chris was to be served so I wasn't surprised to hear from captain Aaronson about 11 PM. However, he had not been successful.

"I'm sorry, I was not able to serve Mrs. Gamble with the divorce papers. The courier who was to deliver them to me this morning was delayed due to an accident. The courier company has rerouted the papers and will meet us tomorrow at our next port. I hope this does not spoil your plans, but it could not be avoided."

I responded with genuine concern, "I hope no one was hurt in the accident."

"Thanks. No one was seriously injured." He assured me.

"And don't worry about the delay. A day more or less is no big deal. I just want her to be served and have time to think about the situation before she gets home."

"That should be no problem. I will call again tomorrow."

"Thanks."

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Scott:

Chris told me about the hot twins asking her about having a foursome with us, but she had turned them down.

My thoughts ran a different direction, "Why did she turn them down? Too bad they didn't ask me. I could have come up with a way to talk Chris into it."

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Chris:

Today's hike had been more strenuous than usual, requiring a shower before dressing for dinner. While I was showering, I thought to myself, "I'm sore, not just from the hike, but from all the sexual activity. We've been going at it nearly non-stop every day. If we weren't eating or participating in one of the ship's sponsored activities, we were having sex or recovering from having sex. I never thought I'd say this but, I have to tell Scott we have to give my sore pussy a break tonight."

Leaving the bathroom, I saw Scott had laid out the short, blue, and green plaid miniskirt, the white long sleeved knit top, and the white hold-up stockings. As usual, no bra and thong were laid out on the bed. I knew he wasn't planning to let my pussy have a rest tonight.

"Scott, we need to talk."

That got his attention.

Looking up from his phone, he tensed, and gave me his full attention, "Yes, what do we need to talk about?"

I leapt right in, "I'm sore... down there. You know you've been pounding my pussy pretty hard all week. I need a break. Can we skip just one night?"

I couldn't read Scott's thoughts, but he didn't seem disappointed when he said, "I may have an idea to help with that. Let's get dinner first."

At first, I felt relieved, but then, I began wondering what he had in mind.

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Scott:

I thought to myself. "This could play in my favor. If I work it right, I should be able to get Chris to give me her anal cherry tonight."

Once back in our cabin after dinner, Chris asked. "What is this idea you have to save my pussy?"

"Have you ever tried anal intercourse?" Scott asked.

"No, and I don't want to!" I replied warmly.

"I'll lube you up so I can slip right in. A lot of women enjoy it and really get off on it."

"You're so big, it will hurt."

"Your pussy is already sore. This would be a way to avoid having me pounding your pussy. Right?"

"Are you suggesting spreading the pain around?" I asked, seeing through his ploy.

"No, we can start out with just a finger." He held up his index finger. "With a little lube, you'll hardly feel a thing."

"I don't know." The idea was beginning to excite me. I had read about women who loved anal penetration more than vaginal penetration. But I'd also heard tales about how painful it was. Although I couldn't remember any of my friends who had really tried it.

Scott pulled out a tube of lube and squirted a dot onto his fingertip. "Feel how slick this is." He held out his finger.

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Chris:

I took the gel and rubbed it between my fingers, "OK, we can try. But be gentle. And if I say stop, stop. OK?"

Scott nodded his agreement.

We stripped and Scott had me kneel on the edge of the bed with my knees wide apart. He squirted some of the lubricant directly on butt hole. It was cold at first but warmed quickly as he rubbed it around. Another glob of gel and he began applying pressure with his finger. I was concentrating on the pressure until he reached forward with his other hand, squeezed my breast, and pinched my nipple. In my reaction, I must have relaxed my butt because his finger slipped in.

He let me get used to the finger in my butt for a minute before he started moving it in and out, just a little. Then he pulled his finger out. I tightened up expecting him to try pushing his penis in, but I was wrong. He was just pushing more lube inside me with his finger. I could feel him spreading the lube around inside. It was a different, and at the same time an exciting, feeling.

Scott encouraged me saying. "You're doing great. That's not hurting, is it?"

"No. I feel pressure but not pain."

"Good. Now I'm going to use two fingers to get you used to something larger."

"OK." I said with some concern.

He withdrew his finger. More lube. This time he had no trouble inserting two fingers. He started thrusting and twisting his fingers. I was getting aroused. My nipples were hard, and my pussy was getting wet.

"Now I'm going to lube my cock, and we'll get started."

I felt more pressure as he pushed against me. Then his head pushed in and the pressure was gone. He started thrusting. Long strokes. I could tell I was building toward an orgasm, but it was going to be one unlike any I had experienced. My pussy flooded and spasmed, but this time I felt the spasms all the way up in my abdomen. Certainly not better, just different. I told myself, "I'll do this again."

Then Scott came deep in my bowel.

As he shrank and fell out, his cum dripped from my gaping hole. I ran to the bathroom and took a warm shower.

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Scott:

While Chris was in the shower, I sent the video to Chris and her husband.

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Neil:

I received another video from Scott. This time, he and Chris are having anal sex.

I sent it on to James with a note making sure he was preparing the alienation suit for Scott and suggest he raise the amount.

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Captain Aaronson:

The courier's second attempt to deliver Mr. Gamble's packet containing his divorce papers was successful. Along with the packet of legal papers, there was a picture for identification purposes. The delivery was later than expected, not getting here until midafternoon.

I had hoped to deliver the papers as soon as they arrived, but Mrs. Gamble and her companion were away from the ship on a hiking excursion.

My new plan was to deliver the papers to Mrs. Gamble immediately after dinner. I knew, from experience, they usually retired to their cabin as soon as they finished eating to engage in, frequently, loud sex. So, I knew if I waited long, they would probably be having sex.

I wanted to avoid the embarrassment of interrupting them. It was going to be embarrassing since they were ticketed and introduced themselves as Mr. and Mrs. Newsome and I would be exposing this as a lie.

I updated Aila Moore, our ship's purser, with my new plan. She would witness and video the delivery of the papers.

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As expected, Mrs. Gamble and Mr. Newsome left the dining room as soon as they finished dinner.

I caught Aila's eye and motioned for her to follow me. She picked up her phone and followed.

Aila started recording as I knocked on the cabin door.

Mr. Newsome opened the door and asked, "Yes, what do you want?"

I responded, "May I speak to Mrs. Gamble?"

He opened the door wider and turned to face the half-naked Mrs. Gamble.

"It's for you." He said.

Mrs. Gamble clutched the top she was still holding, covering her breasts modestly, and moved toward the door.

I could read surprise on her face as she came up behind Mr. Newsome.

"I am Chris Gamble." She said.

I held the picture up so Aila could capture it and Mrs. Gamble at the same time in the video.

"I have been instructed to deliver this packet of papers to you."

I extended the packet. Apparently in shock, she extended one hand to accept the packet, but her other hand moved to her mouth, dropping the top she was clutching and exposing her breasts. I could see tears beginning to form in her eyes.

"You have been served." I don't know why I said that. I hadn't been instructed to say it. Too much television, I guess.

I followed it up with, "I'm sorry."

Aila and I turned and left.

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As planned, Aila sent the video she had recorded to me. And I forwarded it to Mr. Gamble and his lawyer.

I followed the file transfer with a call to Mr. Gamble.

"Hello." He answered.

"Mr. Gamble, I just sent you the video of the packet being delivered to Mrs. Gamble."

"Thanks. I'll send it on to my lawyer. My wife has already called and left a message." He responded.

"I'm sorry the two of you are having to go through this." I said.

"Thanks for the sympathy. And thanks again for delivering the papers. I hope it was not too inconvenient or embarrassing."

"No, it wasn't. You know, I shouldn't say this, but I believe Mrs. Gamble was shocked, and genuinely upset, about her marriage dissolving."

He said, "I asked her not to go and warned her about the consequences before she left. The trip, her affair, and the consequences are all her own fault. I hope they won't disturb your other passengers."

I responded, "They have been loud, and I have had complaints about them from other passengers. Maybe this will quiet things down a bit."

"I hope so for your sake. Thanks again for all you have done."

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Chris:

As soon as I accepted the packet containing my divorce papers, the captain and his witness turned and left.

Scott closed the cabin door and turned to me, trying to gather me into his arms. "I guess that means we can continue when we get back home."

I hit him in the chest with my fists and screamed at him. "No, that's not what I wanted to happen! I love Neil. I want to make a life with him; have a family with him. What have I done? I've got to talk with him. Can you go up on deck for a little while?"

Scott looked disappointed and maybe hurt but left in silence.

For the next three hours, I called every 15 or 20 minutes but Neil never answered. I lost track of how many voice messages I left begging him to call; telling him how much I loved him; telling him I had made a terrible mistake; telling him it was just a little sex and meant nothing, and begging him for a chance to make it all right.

I finally fell asleep from emotional exhaustion.

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I was still exhausted when I woke up the next morning, alone.

Before going to breakfast, I sent Neil a text message and email saying essentially the same things as all my voice messages said. I had no real expectation he would respond.

Usually, breakfast was delicious but today, I might as well have been eating sawdust. My thoughts all turned inward. For the first time, I was trying to put myself in Neil's position. And I was beginning to understand how my betrayal must have felt from his perspective and to understand what had driven him to file for divorce. I would have hated being treated that way!

As I thought about my behavior, tears ran down my face. I didn't realize how much of a spectacle I had become until Aila Moore put her arm around my shoulder and asked if I'd like to go somewhere private and talk.

I looked at her gratefully, recognizing her as the videographer from the night before. I responded gratefully, "Yes."

Aila led me to a small conference room, "I'll be right back with coffee. How do you like it?"

"Lots of cream and no sugar." I responded.

When she returned, I could tell she was uncomfortable with the situation.

Aila started, "I'm sorry for what you're going through. And I hated being a part of delivering the unwelcome news last night. But, if there is anything you'd like to talk about, I'll be glad to listen."

"Don't feel bad, you were doing your job. I messed up, big time. I assume, by now, Neil has a copy of the video you took last night."

"Who's Neil, the divorce lawyer? Probably so. Captain Aaronson was going to send it as proof you were served."

"No, Neil is my husband. I haven't been able to contact him. That video with my bare breasts will amount to pouring salt in his open wound."

Aila was easy to talk to, and my story just spilled out between sobs.

I explained Neil was a perfect husband and lover. I admitted I had gotten distracted when Scott was shocked I hadn't had more experience and offered this trip and the opportunity to broaden my experience. I confessed I had really leaned into it, enjoying letting my slut side, which I didn't even know I had, out.

I finished by asking Aila if there was an empty cabin I could move into for the rest of the trip. I wanted to distance myself from Scott.

"That may not be a problem." She said. "I shouldn't say this, but he spent the night with the Underwood twins, in their cabin. I'm not sure how much sleep they got, if you know what I mean. You may not see much of him the rest of the trip."

"I wondered where he slept when he wasn't in our cabin this morning. And I didn't see him at breakfast or sleeping on deck."

"Oh, we discourage our passengers from sleeping on deck. We've had one or two attacked by birds."

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Scott:

After Chris asked me to leave so she could talk with her husband privately, I went up on the top deck, grabbed a beer and sat on a lounge chair.

In spite of the hour, it was still light enough to watch the sea birds.

I hadn't been there long when Tracy and Lacy showed up. They pulled lounge chairs close.

Lacy asked, "Where's your lady friend?"

They were dressed very suggestively.

"She needed some space to talk with her husband." I said, offering no further explanation.

"We heard the captain served her with divorce papers this evening." Tracy said.

"How did you hear that?"

"Our cabin door just happened to be open when he was there." Tracy said with a grin.

"After the way she screamed at you, we thought you might like some different company tonight." Lacy added with a wicked grin.

I finished off my beer and we headed to their cabin.

The twins were good in bed. Maybe not as good as Chris but there were two of them and they had youth on their side. We fucked and sucked in a variety of ways. They wore me out and we fell asleep arms and legs entwined.

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Sex with Chris was going to be difficult the rest of the trip. This may be for the best. I didn't want anything permanent with Chris. But it would have been nice to have her on the side, from time to time. I could probably have strung her along for a year, maybe longer without my wife finding out.

At least Tracy and Lacy were willing and anxious to fill the void for the rest of the cruise.

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Chris:

To my relief, for all intents, Scott moved out of our cabin. He only stopped by to change clothes. He didn't even stay long enough to shower.

We exchanged few words.

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On the last night of the cruise, I invited the twins to my cabin. They were suspicious of my motive but came out of curiosity.

I had gathered the sexy clothes I bought for the cruise and the clothes Scott had given me into a pile on the bed when they got there. I kept the black lace up dress I hadn't worn for Scott and an unopened pair of black hold-up stockings. I hoped I'd get the chance to wear this outfit for Neil, but I knew there was no guarantee.

I surprised the girls with, "You girls are about the same size I am. I bought these clothes for this cruise, but I'll have no use for them in the future. If you would like them, I'd like you to have them."

"Why? You know we've been sleeping with Scott, right?" Lacy asked.

"Yes, the whole ship knows. Scott and I are through. In fact, we were through the night I got served."

The girls were looking through the pile of clothes.

"You're sure you want to give all of this to us?" Tracy asked.

I responded, "Yes, if I were to wear them again, it would just be a reminder of how badly I screwed up. If you don't want them, I'll leave them in the trash."

"We'll take them." They said simultaneously.

Each twin left with an armload.

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The cruise ended at Unalaska, and we flew back to Anchorage by seaplane which was in itself an experience.

Scott and I had adjacent seats but hardly spoke a word during the 2.5-hour flight.

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I'm not sure how hard he really tried but Scott wasn't able to get separate rooms for the night we had to wait for a flight to Atlanta.

We had been civil but cool since getting off the plane. Dinner, with a bottle, or two, of wine, thawed our conversation a little. We discussed the trip and the various adventures we would remember. We avoided talking about all the sex we had shared but by trying not to discuss it, sex with Scott was all I could think about.

The sex HAD been good, and I had enjoyed it that first week. I tried to blame Scott for seducing me, but I knew better. Yes, he had started me wondering about what another man might be like and what I might have missed out on having only had sex with my husband, but he didn't hold a gun to my head. As much as I would have liked to, I couldn't paint him as the villain, and me as his innocent victim.

It may have been depression over my impending divorce, loneliness - missing first Neil and then Scott as he moved on to the twins, or the alcohol I'd consumed but I had sex with Scott again that night. OK, I had sex with Scott three times that night. We did it doggy, cowgirl, and even anal. After all, it wasn't like I had anything more to lose.

It wasn't as good as it had been last week, but it was still good.

When I woke in Scott's arms again, memories of the night before flooded back. I was disgusted with myself for being weak. I ran to the bathroom to throw up. I asked myself. "How can I ever convince Neil I'll never cheat on him again when I can't even trust myself?"

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Scott:

While Chris was in the bathroom throwing up, I sent her husband the final installment of our exploits.

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Chris:

We were nearly back to Atlanta when Scott finally broke the silence, "Look, you can't stay mad at me forever. We're going to have to work together. I get it, you blame me for seducing you and ruining your marriage. Well, like they say, it takes two to tango."

"Scott, I don't blame you. I blame myself. I just can't have anything more to do with you." My anger spiked as I thought he was going to try and convince me to continue our affair.

Instead, he said, "I understand. Look, I know we'll never end up in bed together again. But can we just be friends? Closer than most but never again anything more."

That took the wind out of my sails. "I can agree to that. I said.

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Scott:

"Yeah, we can be friends." I grinned to myself, "Until I can find a way to get in your pants again."

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Chris:

The first thing I did when we got to Atlanta was call Neil and leave a message saying I was back and should be home shortly. I thought "I bet he's sitting there, listening to me, just too stubborn to answer the phone."

Scott and I walked through long term parking, pulling our bags. We came to Scott's car first. Mine would be over another row and down closer to the end.

Even without the clothes I had given Tracy and Lacy, my bags were getting heavy. Scott offered me a lift to my car, and I accepted. We loaded my bags in his back seat.

When we got to the location I thought I remembered, my car wasn't there. I pulled out my phone, called up the picture, and verified we were in the correct location.

"This is the right spot." I said in shock, showing Scott the picture, "It must have been stolen."

"You need to call the police."

"Would you mind staying with me?" I asked.

He responded, "Of course not. That's what friends do."

"And giving me a lift home?" I asked.

Scott did not look happy with the prospect of a possible confrontation with Neil, but he agreed.

Ninety minutes later, the sympathetic policeman had the report, and I was headed home. As we drove, I was getting more and more nervous about confronting Neil than I was over my missing car.

"What a way to end this fiasco of a trip! At least I'm nearly home. Nothing else can go wrong." I thought to myself.

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Neil:

I arrived at my old house before Chris' plane was due to arrive. I wanted to be there to confront her when she arrived.

As I expected, she called and left a message just after she arrived. I knew it would take her longer than she expected to get home.

I had finished the first pot of coffee and started on another when I heard a car pull into the driveway. I smiled to myself when I recognized Scott's car.

I don't know why I had brought my pistol, but I was glad I had. I grabbed it off the end table, opened the front door, and stepped out onto the front porch.

Scott was pulling Chris' luggage out of the back seat while Chris stood there watching.

They hadn't spotted me until I yelled, "Scott, go on and bring the luggage in. We're all going to talk." I tried to make it sound as threatening as possible.

Scott looked like he wanted to be anywhere else, but he was glaring at my hand holding the gun. Chris looked terrified. She had never seen me with a gun in my hand.

They came up the walkway, Scott following Chris. It was obvious he was trying to keep Chris between me and him.

In the living room I pointed Scott to the sofa, opposite the chair I had been occupying.

"Chris why don't you get coffee for you and Scott? It's fresh." I said, my voice as cold and emotionless as possible.

I stood until Chris returned with the coffees.

The two lovers sat nervously on opposite ends of the sofa, as far apart from each other as possible. Neither knew what was going to happen or how to start the conversation.

"Well, how was your trip?" I asked as pleasantly as I could manage.

That shocked them.

Chris began, "I'm sorry Neil. I can't believe I did such a stupid thing. You know I love you."

"We'll get to that shortly. Right now, I want to hear about your trip. Was it everything you hoped it would be?" Then with a little bitterness I continued, "I hope it was worth it."

Scott's full attention was on the pistol in my hand.

I said, "You guys don't seem very talkative. I expected you to be excited and want to share your trip with me. Scott, would it be easier to discuss the trip if your wife were here?"

Two pairs of eyes swiveled to focus on mine.

"Scott's not married." Said Chris. Turning to Scott she continued, "Tell him."

Scott looked like he was considering rushing me.

"Look Scott, I'm not going to shoot either of you unless you force my hand. So, relax and don't do anything stupid." I said.

"Scott, you're not married, are you?" Chris screamed.

"Not for much longer, if I understand the situation." I responded for Scott.

"Now, Scott, I'm going to have to insist you invite Amanda over so we can discuss your trip."

I tossed Scott the cordless phone.

When it looked like he was going to throw it back at me, I waved the gun at him to discourage him.

He dialed the phone, "Hey Amanda, I'm back from the conference but I need you to join me at a colleague's house for a few minutes." They talked quietly then Scott said, "Just come Amanda. It's important."

He reported. "She's on her way."

"Scott, I want to thank you for the pictures and videos you sent. They made it almost seem like I was there."

Scott blanched.

Chris looked from me to Scott, "What pictures? What videos?" It was beginning to dawn on her. "What did you send him?" Her anger was building quickly as it dawned on her what I was talking about. "Tell me you didn't send him those videos... of us!"

Scott remained silent so I answered for him again, "You were both in the videos so I'm guessing they were those videos."

"I guess there are a few things we can discuss before Amanda gets here." My voice and expression turned deadly serious. "Scott, you will be leaving town. I expect you to resign Monday. I don't care which wife, if either, accompanies you but you will be leaving. If you're still in town in a week, I'm sure Karma will visit you."

That got Scott's attention.

"Are you threatening me?" he asked.

I responded sarcastically, "Oh, I wouldn't dream of it. If anything were to happen to you, I'd be the prime suspect. Wouldn't I?"

I held his eyes during a brief pause.

Changing the subject, I said. "By the way, Chris, your Lexis wasn't stolen."

"It wasn't where I parked it. What did you do with it?" Chris asked defiantly.

"I didn't do anything with it. I had it repossessed." I said, skirting the truth a little.

"What? Why? How am I supposed to get to work?"

"It was in my name, and I don't intend to pay for it anymore. I bought a replacement for you. It is at the airport, in the same parking spot." I tossed her two sets of keys. "You'll want to pick it up and cancel the stolen car report you filed."

"Finally, Chris, you'll be moving out. The house is already listed for sale. You can go to your parents' home in Chattanooga, or you can find an apartment like I've already done."

"I can't just drop everything and go live with my parents. I've got a job." Chris wailed.

The doorbell rang.

"Chris, we'll finish our conversation later. But for now, would you open the door for Amanda."

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Chris opened the door. The two women stood silently facing each other.

From the living room I called, "Amanda, please join us in here."

Amanda stopped as she entered the living room with Chris right behind her.

Looking at Scott, Amanda asked, "Why am I here?"

Scott stood mutely, looking at his feet so I answered for him, "I asked Scott to invite you to discuss the trip he and my wife, Chris, have just completed. Were you aware they spent the last two weeks on a cruise in the Aleutian Islands?"

Amanda looked confused as her gaze moved from me to Scott. When Scott couldn't look her in the eyes, she surprised everyone by spinning on her heel and slapping Chris. It sounded like a shot and Chris staggered back, almost losing her footing.

Amanda was advancing on Scott, but I moved quickly to avoid further violence.

I invited everyone to have a seat, giving Amanda my recliner.

Amanda looked and me. "I can see the truth of what you said on Scott's face, but do you have any evidence they've been cheating on us I could use in court?"

"Yes, Scott was generous enough to share videos and pictures throughout their trip. My lawyer assured me because Scott sent them voluntarily they can be used in my divorce and my other lawsuits. I expected you to the interested, so I copied everything onto this flash drive for you." I said, handing Amanda the drive.

"What other lawsuits?" Scott finally found his voice.

"I'm suing you for alienation of affection and your company for not enforcing its non-fraternization policy." I said, looking at Scott.

"You won't get much from Scott." Amanda volunteered, "We don't have much money. What we have comes from my father, even the job Scott has."

"I don't really expect to get any money from Scott. The alienation suit is mostly to support the suit against their company. Is it too early to ask what you plan to do, Amanda?"

"I'll talk to my father when I leave here but I know he'll tell me to divorce the crumb." Amanda responded bitterly.

"Your father is Jason Fulbrite, right?" I asked.

"Yes, how did you know?" asked a surprised Amanda.

"I did my research. He has numerous powerful friends and acquaintances. He'll be able to recommend a very good lawyer." I said.

I added, "I've asked Scott to quit Monday and leave town in the next week. I assume you will not be going with him."

"I like that." Amanda smiled for the first time since she arrived. "No, I won't be going with him."

Turning to Scott, she said, "And you won't be coming home tonight either. Good thing you're already packed."

Amanda gathered her dignity, said goodbye to me, glared daggers at Chris and Scott, and departed.

Silence followed the closing of the door. When I heard Amanda's car start, I turned to Scott. "I believe it's time for you to leave too."

Scott was obviously relieved to get out of the house and away from me and my pistol.

==========

In the silence following Scott's departure, Chris dissolved into silent tears.

I put away my pistol and stood, pacing back and forth.

"Chris," I began, "as you know I've filed for a divorce. Have you taken time to read the paperwork you were given? I see you've lost your wedding rings."

Chris looked at her hand. She inspected it like women do when looking at a new engagement ring. "No, I just took them off while I was with Scott. I don't want a divorce, so I haven't even opened the packet except to confirm my fears."

"You should read it. And you need to get a lawyer of your own to protect your interests. I have listed the cause as irreconcilable differences. If you choose to fight the divorce, my lawyer has instructions to change the cause to adultery. Do you understand that?"

"Yes. Would you consider pausing the divorce long enough to undergo marriage counseling?" she asked weakly.

"No Chris. We're long passed that. If it had been one time, if you had been drugged or drunk, or if you had been raped, counseling might do some good. However, you chose to cheat deliberately, and against my request and warning. Talking about it with even the most skilled counselor will not undo that and reestablish trust.

I continued, "I have listed the house for sale."

Chris said, "I noticed the 'for sale' sign in the yard when Scott pulled up."

"We'll split the proceeds when it sells. For now, I have moved the furniture I wanted to my apartment. You can have the rest. Just let me know before you give anything away in case I'd like to keep it. I've split our checking and saving accounts down the middle, moving half into my new accounts, and removing my name from the originals. I've closed and paid off all joint credit card accounts. So, you'll have to use the one in your name only. Any questions?" I asked.

With tears streaming down her cheeks Chris shook her head.

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Chris:

Neil paused like he might be through. I was now fighting for my marriage.

I wailed through my tears, "But I don't want a divorce!"

Neil responded, "I didn't want a divorce either. I asked you not to go off with Scott. I even warned you what would happen if you did. You chose to ignore or not believe me. The consequences are on you. It was tough for me to watch someone who meant the world to me change into someone I don't want anything to do with."

"Ouch, that hurt," I thought to myself.

I said aloud, "But I love only you. Scott means nothing to me."

As I said that, I knew what his response would be before he even got it out.

"You have a twisted way to show it." he said.

"It was just one time, surely you can forgive me, and we can move on from here." I choked out.

The venom in his response surprised me, "You must not be able to count. I've got videos proving the count is over 20 times."

"Oh, my God, what all did Scott send him?" I asked myself.

Aloud I said, "We can get through this. You just need to forgive me. Our marriage could be stronger than before when you get over this."

"You may be stronger. I've lost all trust in you, making our marriage meaningless." Neil responded.

"Counseling would help rebuild trust." I volunteered.

"We've already discussed counseling." Neil said. "You're insistence on counseling would only trigger a change in the reason for our divorce."

"You should know I stopped having sex with Scott as soon as the captain served me with the divorce papers. Scott spent the rest of the trip with the cute twins I mentioned in my letters." I said.

"Too little, too late." Neil responded.

"But Scott and I never had sex again." I lied to Neil.

To myself, I continued, "On the ship, that is. You don't need to know about last night and the three times I had Scott."

Neil looked at me like I had two heads.

I thought to myself, "Oh, no. Did Scott record us last night?"

"Would you like to see the video I received from Scott this morning?" Scott asked without emotion.

All I could do was shake my head through my sobbing.

I knew our conversation was over even before Neil put his pistol in his waistband and left.

I wondered if I'd ever see him again.

I asked myself, "How could I have made such a mess in so short a time? And is there any way back?"

I didn't have an answer to either question.

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A week later, just as Neil had predicted, Scott was long gone. Security cleared his office Monday afternoon. He left without a word to me. Numerous rumors floated around the office and I'm sure most involved me.

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I hadn't heard any more from Neil. I didn't really expect to. I understood; we were through.

My lawyer assured me Neil's proposal was fair. He recommended that I sign the papers and get on with my life.

But I didn't want to move on with my life. The only person I had ever felt really close to was Neil. Since we first met, he was my best friend, confidant, and lover. But I had betrayed him. I kept coming back to the question, "Why?"

I was not satisfied with the only answer I could produce which was, I thought I could. That somehow, the world and especially Neil owed it to me. I didn't like how incredibly selfish that made me feel about myself.

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Neil:

I missed Chris, terribly. In ways I never expected. Not just the sex. I missed touching her and her touching me. I missed talking with her. I missed sharing the trivia of daily life with her.

She had been my everything for so long. And suddenly she was gone.

Many times, I asked myself, "Should I forgive her and try to rebuild our life together?"

But I realized the trust was irrevocably gone. And if I took her back, accepted what she had done, I wouldn't be able to look at myself in the mirror.

==========

Looking back over the last nine months, I realized how much had changed, not just for me but for everyone involved in Chris' 'adventure'.

Chris and I are divorced.

Scott managed to get his resignation accepted before the stink got too bad and before Amanda's dad could do anything to have him fired. Scott left town within that first week, and as far as I know, no one has heard from him since. He was a believer in the power of karma. I swear, I had nothing to do with his disappearance except to make the request.

Amanda's father had insisted she and Scott sign a pre-nup. That, combined with Scott's vanishing act, meant Amanda came out of their divorce with her financial assets intact. I'm sure she won't have any trouble finding a better replacement.

Chris did not fare too badly. She was to be fired for violating company policy. But I had my lawyer intervene on her behalf. I ended up trading my lawsuit to get her company to classify her dismissal as a layoff and to give her an extended notice, a severance package, and a good reference. One of the conditions was she was never to know anything about this transaction. She ended up getting a similar job in Chattanooga where she briefly stayed with her parents.

At first, Amanda called every week or so just to see how things were going. I got the impression she might be interested in starting something once our divorces were final, but I encouraged her to get out and meet other people. Eventually, she stopped calling.

I've been dating some. So far, nothing serious. I'm finding it difficult to trust again but I am learning.

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Last week, I got an unexpected call from Chris' dad. We hadn't talked since before Chris' trip. So, I had no idea what to expect. In spite of the temptation to let it go to voice mail, I answered it. We exchanged pleasantries then he came to the reason for his call.

"Neil, Chris is right here and wants badly to talk with you. But she is afraid you won't answer her call. Please do me a favor and talk with her."

"Sure, Tom. I'll talk with her."

I could hear the phone change hands.

"Hello Neil." said Chris softly.

"Hello Chris. What can I do for you?" I asked unsure where this was going.

"We never got to talk after I went crazy with Scott. And I want to tell you how sorry I am." She started.

"I think we covered that the night you got back from your trip." I said sharply.

I could almost hear her cringe before she continued, "Look, I know there is no possibility of reconciliation. I just wanted to try and explain what happened."

The raw feelings I thought I had gotten over began to come back.

I bit my tongue to keep from responding, "I know what happened, I have the video."

Chris continued, "You and I were in a bit of a rut, you have to admit that. Our lives were pretty routine. Well, Scott came along. He flattered me, made me feel attractive and desired, not just desirable, but actually desired."

"And I didn't make you feel desired?" I interrupted.

"Of course you did. But that was part of your husbandly duties. Do you understand the difference?"

She paused for my response.

"Yeah, I guess I do. You're saying I should have found ways to be more attentive." I said.

She came back emphatically with, "No! I'm not trying to blame you. I just want you to understand how it is possible for Scott's attention to distract me from what was most important to me, you, and us."

I responded thoughtfully, "I guess I can see how that could happen -- the excitement of a new relationship."

Encouraged, Chris continued, "You were the only man I had had sex with. Without offending me, he managed to make me feel I was an incomplete woman because I lacked experience. He offered to supply the experience mixed in with a vacation adventure I had always dreamed about. In my heart of hearts, I knew what I planned was wrong, but I also believed you and our marriage were strong enough to get past what I was planning. Scott reinforced my confidence, saying if you loved me enough, you would let me go and forgive me when I returned."

"Can you understand how it all happened?" Chris finished.

"Yes, I can understand how it could happen. I wish I had known what was going on to prevent your leaving with Scott." I responded.

"Do you think you'll ever be able to forgive me?"

"Yes, I've already forgiven you. I realized I was making myself sick hating you several months ago and made the conscious decision to forgive you. Now, the question is can you forgive yourself?" I said, putting the shoe on the other foot.

I think that caught her off guard.

"I'm working on it." she said before continuing sadly, "It's hard considering what my actions have cost me. But knowing you've forgiven me helps."

After another pause, she changed the subject, "In case you're interested, I'm dating Justin Howell. You wouldn't know him, but we dated briefly back in high school. We're still in the initial stages but I have been completely honest with him. He knows all about my cheating with Scott. I have promised myself if anything works out with him, I will never cheat on him. It's important to me you know I have learned from my mistake and will never make that mistake again."

That caught me completely off guard. I responded, "I'm glad you've made the commitment, and I'm honored you chose me to share it with."

"One last thing to say before I let you go." she said. "Thank you for all you did to keep me from being outright fired for what I did with Scott. I bet it cost you a pretty penny."

Surprised, I said, "You were never supposed to know about that. How did you find out?"

"I still have some friends back there, you know." I could hear the smile in her voice.

We said our goodbyes and hung up.

== The End ==